-Five Days Earlier-A couple of things made that day stand out more than the others: It was almost Halloween, and Cameron Shaw was with me. Not the Cameron of physics who never failed to pick his nose, but the Cameron who was smart, funny, and really nice. And he was asking me out. “So I was thinking, you and I should go out on Halloween,” he had said. I pretended nothing happened, hoping he didn't realize how excited I was. I've had a crush on Cameron since kindergarten, when he gave me a flower and told me I was cute. “Yes, that sounds great! At what time?" «Is six o'clock okay? I want to take you to a haunted house. “I smiled: “You look great! See you then." "Until then, my lady." Present Blood runs down my forehead and I gasp. This whole night has been a total nightmare. When I showed up at the haunted house, I was expecting some cheesy "mystical relics." , not a psychotic serial killer. Footsteps sound on the floor of the house and I put a hand over my mouth, trying not to scream. A face appears, and I gasp, but it's not what I expected. Instead of the pale, blank face of the our attacker, there's the tanned, chiseled face I've come to love. “Oh thank God you're okay!” I jump into Cameron's arms, relieved. “Emma, ​​you're hurt, what happened?” running from whoever that guy was, and I fell and hit my head." I cross my arms, trying to hide a shudder. "Cam, we need to get out of here." "I don't know how. I tried the front doors and they are closed; we'll have to find a window or something." I put my head in my hands and start to cry. Will we get out of this? Will I ever see my family again? Will our death be quick or slow, like the others? Cameron holds me in a long hug and, somehow, I manage to call... half the paper... u. I can't let something like love get in the way of everything I've worked for. You must be removed from the equation." "Cameron, think logically; you don't want to kill me, we can be happy together. Despair taints my words, and he knows it. “Sorry Emma, ​​it was great, but it's time for you to go.” Just as he raises the knife, I run at him, hoping for an element of surprise, but unfortunately I'm out of luck. He dodges me and delivers a quick backhand. I collapse and for a moment everything is white. I get up, knowing that I could die at any moment. I wipe the blood from my face and try again. When he tries to get closer, I dig my knee into his groin. He falls to his knees, clutching his abdomen, and I let out a breath, relieved. Unfortunately, I still have to deal with the other guy. “Okay, that's enough. Come here, you little bitch.”